I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

Yeah the woman in me Needs the man in you The woman in me Needs you to be The man in my arms To hold tenderly 'Cause I'm a woman in love And it's you I run to I'm not always strong

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies

Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah I'm a man of wealth and taste Please allow me to introduce myself I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on and take a free ride (Ooh, ooh, ooh) come on and take a free ride (free ride) (Ooh, ooh, ooh) come on and sit here by my side (Ooh, ooh) come on and take a free ride Ooh, ooh, ooh The mountain is high, the valley is low And

I pick up the pace, up the pace Then I brought my trouble where I stay I can never take a break (take a, break) So I cannot run away, yeah So I cannot run away I can never take a break Listen, okay? Let me just say this If a nigga wanna fuck with me, he

My heart, my heart Kick start my heart Kick start my heart, give it a start Kick start my heart, hope it never stops Oh, yeah, baby When I get high I get high on speed Top fuel funny car's A drug for me

Too tired for anythin' I laid down last night, too tired to wake I had a chill this mornin', too tired to shake I got a good poker hand, too tired to win I can hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tired, woo

No we don’t need no introduction No we don’t need no instructions Yeah we’ve already paved the way And we don’t got no time to play Call my lawyer Call my girls up I thought I told ya

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,